The following RP has been approved for mature audiences due to: foul language, graphic violence, drug and alcohol abuse, psychologically disturbing story lines, bad attempts at humor, satanic pacts, and more.
If you are still an annoying little brat your presence is not allowed nor wanted here and your immediate departure is advised.
Before a great crowd, a Lich rises. All eyes turn to him, as he moves through an improvised stage. In the middle of it, a small, wooden podium stands. The Lich calmly rests his hands at the podium. With a calm yet powerful voice, he beggins his speech, in a tone that sugests that what he's saying has been praticed over and over:
"My fellow monsters, mutants and abominations! I come to you with a proposal. A proposal of peace. A proposal of reintegration!" He pauses for a second, to allow his words ressonate before continuing "We were exiled from the human civilization! Their society banned and shunned every single one of us. Orcs, Goblins, Werewolves, Kobolds! Drows, Gnolls, Giants and Lichs! Listen to me today, for I have come to bring peace between us and the humanoid races!"
An uncomfortable tension sets in the room as if the air suddenly became heavy. Yet, as if this was the desired outcome, the Lich continues unfazed "We all know we've had our differences with them, but the time is of peace. Peace for mankind and monsterkind alike. This absurd war has been going on for way too long! These are no longer ancient times in which we could not coexist, but rather new times! We live in the time of technology! We have so much to learn with humans, and humans so much with us!"
The undead stops for a split second, while he feels the palpable discomfort that his speech evokes on the crowd. He continues. His words once calm and contained, now loud and passionate. "And so even though we shall face the difficulties of that reunion, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the Monster dream. I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: 'We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all beings are created equal'. I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Baldur, the sons of humans and the sons of monsters will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood. I have a dream that one day..."
He stops. The tension is almost unbearable, but he stays in silence while the discomfort builds up. The anger of the crowd can be felt on his bones. He tries to control himself. He'd done it a hundred times. But now he simply can't.
"HAHAHAHA! Sorry, I can't do that! You should have seem the look on your faces!" He bursts in laughter. "PEACE?! Are you fucking serious? How long would guys let me go on with this bullshit? All I can say is screw those simpleton humans, effeminate elves and stupid dwarves! Let's Kill'Em All!"
Welcome to Kill the Heroes and take their stuff! The RP I just inherited and have the moral obligation to master. I'm Krieg, and I'll be your host for the night.
Let's talk about the setting first.
We are monsters, living in a fantasy land in the same fashion that you and your peers used to when playing those D&D classic. However, technology has came sooner. About a hundred years ago, locomotion machines have been invented and revolutionized war. Be it by quickly transporting troops or by aiding in the heat of battle, vehicles became an extremely important aspect of warfare.
As if this was not enough to revolutionize the world, black powder has been successfully weaponized half a century ago. This has led to a variety of simple fire arms being spread through the battlefields. Flintlocks, cannons and explosives are not that uncommon anymore and are widely used by warriors, soldiers and outlaws.
In spite of that technological advances, there are tribes that still are loyal to the old ways. Fighting with mounts, swords and shields and surprisingly keeping their ground.
The rules are going to be fairly simple:
1 - No God Moding/Meta Gaming. If you dare to do it, I will kill you character in the lames way I could possibly think.
2 - No virtual sex. Romance is ok, describing how you put your deformed Orc dick into a Lich's anus is not.
3 - If two players decide to kill each other IC, an arena style match shall be held.
4 - Don't create an Over Powered character. If you do it will become my personal goal to kill him and make you suffer.
5 - Don't be a dick. We're all grown ups and it's not that hard.
The character sheet must contain a few things like:
Name
Appearance
Race
Class (if any)
Equipment
Background
And whatever else you want to. Those things above are the essential.
You can start with mounts, vehicles, enchanted weapons or whatever the hell you can dream of, but remember the golden rule: DON'T MAKE AN OP CHARACTER.
If you start with a character that has a tank, a bunch of henchmen, is able to wield destruction magic, control minds and also kicks ass with nothing but his fists, you application will be ripped in little pieces and set ablaze. Or just denied.
This is still work in progress, but feel free to call dibs on your spots, as they are limited.
If you are still an annoying little brat your presence is not allowed nor wanted here and your immediate departure is advised.
Before a great crowd, a Lich rises. All eyes turn to him, as he moves through an improvised stage. In the middle of it, a small, wooden podium stands. The Lich calmly rests his hands at the podium. With a calm yet powerful voice, he beggins his speech, in a tone that sugests that what he's saying has been praticed over and over:
"My fellow monsters, mutants and abominations! I come to you with a proposal. A proposal of peace. A proposal of reintegration!" He pauses for a second, to allow his words ressonate before continuing "We were exiled from the human civilization! Their society banned and shunned every single one of us. Orcs, Goblins, Werewolves, Kobolds! Drows, Gnolls, Giants and Lichs! Listen to me today, for I have come to bring peace between us and the humanoid races!"
An uncomfortable tension sets in the room as if the air suddenly became heavy. Yet, as if this was the desired outcome, the Lich continues unfazed "We all know we've had our differences with them, but the time is of peace. Peace for mankind and monsterkind alike. This absurd war has been going on for way too long! These are no longer ancient times in which we could not coexist, but rather new times! We live in the time of technology! We have so much to learn with humans, and humans so much with us!"
The undead stops for a split second, while he feels the palpable discomfort that his speech evokes on the crowd. He continues. His words once calm and contained, now loud and passionate. "And so even though we shall face the difficulties of that reunion, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the Monster dream. I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: 'We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all beings are created equal'. I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Baldur, the sons of humans and the sons of monsters will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood. I have a dream that one day..."
He stops. The tension is almost unbearable, but he stays in silence while the discomfort builds up. The anger of the crowd can be felt on his bones. He tries to control himself. He'd done it a hundred times. But now he simply can't.
"HAHAHAHA! Sorry, I can't do that! You should have seem the look on your faces!" He bursts in laughter. "PEACE?! Are you fucking serious? How long would guys let me go on with this bullshit? All I can say is screw those simpleton humans, effeminate elves and stupid dwarves! Let's Kill'Em All!"
Welcome to Kill the Heroes and take their stuff! The RP I just inherited and have the moral obligation to master. I'm Krieg, and I'll be your host for the night.
Let's talk about the setting first.
We are monsters, living in a fantasy land in the same fashion that you and your peers used to when playing those D&D classic. However, technology has came sooner. About a hundred years ago, locomotion machines have been invented and revolutionized war. Be it by quickly transporting troops or by aiding in the heat of battle, vehicles became an extremely important aspect of warfare.
As if this was not enough to revolutionize the world, black powder has been successfully weaponized half a century ago. This has led to a variety of simple fire arms being spread through the battlefields. Flintlocks, cannons and explosives are not that uncommon anymore and are widely used by warriors, soldiers and outlaws.
In spite of that technological advances, there are tribes that still are loyal to the old ways. Fighting with mounts, swords and shields and surprisingly keeping their ground.
The rules are going to be fairly simple:
1 - No God Moding/Meta Gaming. If you dare to do it, I will kill you character in the lames way I could possibly think.
2 - No virtual sex. Romance is ok, describing how you put your deformed Orc dick into a Lich's anus is not.
3 - If two players decide to kill each other IC, an arena style match shall be held.
4 - Don't create an Over Powered character. If you do it will become my personal goal to kill him and make you suffer.
5 - Don't be a dick. We're all grown ups and it's not that hard.
The character sheet must contain a few things like:
Name
Appearance
Race
Class (if any)
Equipment
Background
And whatever else you want to. Those things above are the essential.
You can start with mounts, vehicles, enchanted weapons or whatever the hell you can dream of, but remember the golden rule: DON'T MAKE AN OP CHARACTER.
If you start with a character that has a tank, a bunch of henchmen, is able to wield destruction magic, control minds and also kicks ass with nothing but his fists, you application will be ripped in little pieces and set ablaze. Or just denied.
This is still work in progress, but feel free to call dibs on your spots, as they are limited.
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